"untitiled" poems
These haters aint for us,
we crave a different type of touch.
We stand tall with our dreams,
haters thoughts, way beneath us.
They can speak their mind,
when they are done,
then kiss my be hind.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
I'm really
really
in love
with
the feeling
of love
and
not
with
the feeling
of me
in love
with
you.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
My mind needs
needs to get high
high off the ground
ground floor to the roof door
roof door to the ledge
ledge looking down
down falling wind rush
rushes past me as I fly
fly far away
away to a better day
day where I was happy
happy and free
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
these crimson beads,
lines which contradict themselves
in the beauty they posses
dry my wrist
and wipe my tears, love
because i have no one
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
Untitled
Is the name
Of this poem
Well
I feel
Untitled
To
Life
Love
Happiness
Sorrow
I feel
Untitled
To be
Untitiled
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
i took your name
as my own;
i liked it,
and wanted it love it
as much as i loved you;
because if i do not have you
i have something to hold on to
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC